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She was tired of it. So she just decided to runaway but never will go back home. Or can she really ever find a place called home. Picture is mine

Glass

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by bloodwhiteroses

by bloodwhiteroses

warnings: death, deep stuff, some gore.

One week left of school:
God school's been like hell, and I'm close to failing math. I may have failed my SAT test.

It feels like I've disappointed everyone. I hit the vase and it shatters. The glass spread on the floor.

I through the lamp on the floor, blood seeping throw my feet. The adrenaline running through me. It doesn't even matter.

There is no point. We're all gonna die. No one is going to remember me. All I do is hurt people.

I push everything off the desk. Little things likes glasses of water, pencils, my earrings.

I laugh as if the blood doesn't phase me. Just not really knowing what to do.

I try standing up. Everything is blurry and I start to cry my blood mixing with the tears.

Shards of glass in my hands. The room is getting darker. I just see black.